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penetrating gaze staring right through her.  She knew the answer and he knew it.  They engaged in a silent battle of wills, her refusing to address him, him refusing to let her get away that easily.  Finally, on a sigh, she gave in.
    “Heart transplant?” her answer came out like a question and that annoyed her.  She cleared her throat and tried again.  “My preliminary assessment is that Sebastian is waiting on a heart transplant.” She looked at his mother sympathetically, her heart breaking as the woman’s eyes filled with tears.
    “Correct. And in the time you wasted voicing that accurate assessment, you lost precious seconds.  Seconds that could cost this little boy if someone else was placed above him on the transplant list as a result of your hesitation.  To be a good doctor, you need to study hard, practice and have real skills.  To be an outstanding doctor, you need to have good instincts and enough sense to know when to follow them.” He looked hard at each of them, his gaze finally coming back to land on her.  This time, a jolt of electricity flowed through her at the contact.  There was something about his cold and domineering attitude that both infuriated her and turned her on at the same time.  He was sexy as sin and he damn well knew it.  “In your case, I’d say you better start practicing those skills if you want to have a chance at becoming an outstanding doctor.” His words were meant as a stinging blow and they hit home hard. Her temper rose, and she had to fight like hell to keep herself in check.
    Dick crashed into the room, the door banging off the wall as he juggled an armload of tablets and binders.  Oblivious to the tension, he announced that he’d gathered the charts.
    “Are we supposed to give you a medal?” Athena snapped before she could stop herself.  Her face turning bright red, she covered her mouth and immediately apologized.  “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” she looked pleadingly at Sabine for help, but it was unnecessary as Cian came to her rescue.
    “Put them down and join the others.  Have a little respect the next time you enter a patient’s room.  Sebastian, bud, I’ll be back later to talk about those ten minutes.  Mara, find me if you need anything.” He tossed Athena a cocky grin and then strode from the room, leaving them all staring after him.
    Sabine sighed long and low.  “I’m in love.”
    Athena huffed out a breath. “He’s an ass.”
    “He’s an ass you’re going to have to suck up to if you want on his service,” Sabine whispered as they followed Dr. Webster to the next patient room.
    “Don’t remind me.”
     

C IAN LET THE door to his penthouse apartment swing shut behind him and dropped his keys on the entryway table.  It’d been a week since Henry Smalls had passed away unexpectedly on the table and he’d ‘taken care of’ the problem of Sally Pope.  So far, there had been no suspicion over her death on the table; there never was when one of his special patients expired.  His team was a well-oiled machine, each an integral part of making sure that their activities remained secret.
    In the kitchen, he uncorked a bottle of fine red wine and poured himself a healthy glass.  His chef had prepared salmon and steamed vegetables, leaving everything ready for him to heat and serve.  With his hours at the hospital fluctuating as they did, there was little time for him to cook, no matter how much it was one of his favorite pastimes.  His apartment showed off more of his style and little of his personality.  Beige and cream paint colored the walls while modern art filled in the blank spaces.  There were no splashes of color, no gaudy photo frames cluttering up his space.  Everything was clean lines and open space.  Neat and orderly just how he liked it.
    Taking his warmed plate and glass of wine, he sat at his cream marble kitchen table and opened his portfolio to the section that held his notepad.